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It’s the wasted and the lost ones that are
worth it
worth it
worth it.
It’s the brave and the helpless and the broken and the burned
that are strong enough to
rise
rise
rise
from the ashes.
I know a secret.
It’s a big one.
I have a name and I know it.
My name is Susan,
My heart is loved.
I have family within these walls
And friends right next door.
I have berries in my belly
And should be
full
full
full
But instead I’m hungry and I wander and I slam into walls,
Because I don’t see, Because I don’t see, BecauseI don’t see
how someone so blessed could be so empty
So unhappy
So ungrateful
And it’s me who’s
Weak
Wasted
